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Life and other anecdotes
Jun. 10th, 2003 09:38 pm*I was on the way to my funeral when the funiest thing happened...*
I am in a good mood, as would you be if you had just had a pile (I do me a pile, I think only Stings part of the rainforest is left now!) of mail all from the bank, and none of it horrid..in fact, I had a letter telling me they have finally GIVEN ME the money they owe me! Wow! And even better still is they got it to me within the week of me returning the paperwork! My gob is smacked.
Chloe (sorry, can't get accents on this ye olde water-mill powered pc) your theory *doing things gets things done* really does work! My gast is flabbered.
So, apart from being as manic as that rabit some bloke called Carol (*Isn't that a bit of a girls name?*) wrote about, and irritating my better-half to the point where I thought she might bathe me in flea powder, I have had a fantastic woohoo time these past few days. Recall to Ann Summers (makes me think I should change my name to Jessica Rampant...or not) for a second interview - yes folks, I could be running a sex shop. And very soon (as I am to arrange post-interview tomorrow) I will be living above a gay bar Gay Bar GAY BAR! I am indeed THE lesbian. I want a tee-shirt that says as much. It is my life mission to spread good sex to all the world. I will ensure every vibrator is sold with the correct long-life batteries for a start. And maybe write a book. And make a video (hey babe, what d'ya think of that eh? oh dear!)
Well, things are going well. I have felt very off-focus this weekend, but I know that is more to do with the fact that I was awaiting to hear about my financial reconcilliation with the bank. Now I have, and my interview is coming soon (to which I look forward with something bordering on glee!) I am much happier in myself. If I can get these things sorted, these big life things - Bank account into credit, Job with suitable career prospects, Home, then I am darn sure I can cope with everyday social situations and not be a rude twat. My Rude Twat impression is unfotunatley far better than my French impersonation, or my sexy voice, or even my Welsh accent, which is especially sad what with me being of Celt stock an' all.
I am sorry for those around me who ar enot having so good a time. Depression is an ass. I do a very good donkey impression. It once assisted the mental decline of a german teacher. Really.
Right, I am about to be forceably removed from the premises, so will log off now. Much love to everyone who wants it, and little bits sneakiloy getting past to those who don't particularly.
And remember, it's not what you've got that counts, it's how much you have that is tax deducatble after all charitable donations and unreconciled expenses!
Rather, don't just sit there, lets get busy, your listening to (something about the big bad city) this is jam hot (which beggers the question of the day...should jam be hot, and is hot jam good? And so to bed)
Love ya'll (but Chloe most ;) )
Kim XxX
I am in a good mood, as would you be if you had just had a pile (I do me a pile, I think only Stings part of the rainforest is left now!) of mail all from the bank, and none of it horrid..in fact, I had a letter telling me they have finally GIVEN ME the money they owe me! Wow! And even better still is they got it to me within the week of me returning the paperwork! My gob is smacked.
Chloe (sorry, can't get accents on this ye olde water-mill powered pc) your theory *doing things gets things done* really does work! My gast is flabbered.
So, apart from being as manic as that rabit some bloke called Carol (*Isn't that a bit of a girls name?*) wrote about, and irritating my better-half to the point where I thought she might bathe me in flea powder, I have had a fantastic woohoo time these past few days. Recall to Ann Summers (makes me think I should change my name to Jessica Rampant...or not) for a second interview - yes folks, I could be running a sex shop. And very soon (as I am to arrange post-interview tomorrow) I will be living above a gay bar Gay Bar GAY BAR! I am indeed THE lesbian. I want a tee-shirt that says as much. It is my life mission to spread good sex to all the world. I will ensure every vibrator is sold with the correct long-life batteries for a start. And maybe write a book. And make a video (hey babe, what d'ya think of that eh? oh dear!)
Well, things are going well. I have felt very off-focus this weekend, but I know that is more to do with the fact that I was awaiting to hear about my financial reconcilliation with the bank. Now I have, and my interview is coming soon (to which I look forward with something bordering on glee!) I am much happier in myself. If I can get these things sorted, these big life things - Bank account into credit, Job with suitable career prospects, Home, then I am darn sure I can cope with everyday social situations and not be a rude twat. My Rude Twat impression is unfotunatley far better than my French impersonation, or my sexy voice, or even my Welsh accent, which is especially sad what with me being of Celt stock an' all.
I am sorry for those around me who ar enot having so good a time. Depression is an ass. I do a very good donkey impression. It once assisted the mental decline of a german teacher. Really.
Right, I am about to be forceably removed from the premises, so will log off now. Much love to everyone who wants it, and little bits sneakiloy getting past to those who don't particularly.
And remember, it's not what you've got that counts, it's how much you have that is tax deducatble after all charitable donations and unreconciled expenses!
Rather, don't just sit there, lets get busy, your listening to (something about the big bad city) this is jam hot (which beggers the question of the day...should jam be hot, and is hot jam good? And so to bed)
Love ya'll (but Chloe most ;) )
Kim XxX